Nesrin's eyelids fluttered.
Izekiel was leaning very close now, his deep dark eyes were shrouded with an inexplicable darkness, his one hand was on her arm while the other rested on her waist.
He made her feel more like herself, too aware of all the possibilities and the places he was touching, she wondered how it would feel if he moved his fingers to trace her curves with his fiery touch.
If he closed the distance in between and kissed her until she could not breathe, her heart fluttered and became heavy at these thoughts.
Izekiel pulled back.
He stood up and fixed his clothes, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smiled.
"The princess is not ready yet, I should maintain the lines,"
Izekiel knew what he was doing, and Nesrin's face heated up with embarrassment and anger. She fixed her clothes and blurted,
"Yes, you should!"
Nesrin clasped a hand over her mouth, she was shocked by how angry her voice sounded.
